This I Know - David’s Lyre

This i know
For bacchus we kissed
And we hid in our wistful youth
Now we've grown
With fruit here we bear
Our leaves the don't dare to wilt
Dark ropes climb this mast
That seldom will last
We were doomed from the start
Doomed from the start
We fell from this grace
Wrong course set to chase
We were doomed from the start
This i know
For bacchus we kissed
And we hid in our wistful youth
Now we've grown
With fruit here we bear
Our leaves the don't dare to wilt
And though this harvest surpassed
The hopes held in hearts
The rain failed to fall
The rain failed to fall
Though we scorched the land
Our mistakes held in hand
We failed to fall
For bacchus we kissed
And we hid in our wistful youth
With fruit here we bear
Our leaves the don't dare to wilt
This i know
For bacchus we kissed
And we hid in our wistful youth
Now we've grown
With fruit here we bear
Our leaves the don't dare to wilt
This I Know - Davi's Lyre